Water water everywhere

Fuck. Wisteria's did not respond and fear rose in the man's chest. She had to be alive, she had to be. Or else what had been the point of everything he'd given up? Griffith still did not have the strength to lift himself and so instead he simply tried to sniff her out, but all he could smell was the salty brine of the sea, no doubt partially because he'd snorted so much salt water on the swim over. Griffith closed his eyes for a moment, summoning all the lessons he'd ever learned as a child on how to maintain poise. He was admittedly pretty close to panicking but knew that would serve no one, first he would get his hammering heart under control then he could focus on getting his body to respond.

A few deep breaths later and the man was finally able to will himself onto his paws. It wasn't easy, his movements were slow and his whole body felt weighed down immeasurably but he was up, which meant he could finally see his surroundings. It did not take long to spot the black and white shape of Wisteria laying prone on the beach. Griffith stumbled his way over to her, he nearly toppled over when he reached her, only just managing to fall away from the smaller woman, though yes, he did fall over. He wanted to press into her but considering the freezing water that soaked them both assumed that was probably a terrible idea. He supposed it was probably a good idea to try and get themselves dry but it certainly would not have been becoming for the former crown prince of any kingdom to be found being intimate enough with one of his retainers as to groom her... So instead he would have to settle with trying to get himself dry for now. He rasped his tongue along his chest, down his forepaws (which then circled his head) as he tried to remove as much salt water as he could from his pelt and to stimulate the blood flow to get himself warm. "You better wake up Wis." He said between licks. "Because you were right, it was a stupid idea and you were right." His tone was light, almost teasing though there was notes of worry, of barely held back panic. "So you better wake up so you can rub my stupid face in how right you were."

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